This choice: Neither; some local wildlife comes to investigate the ruckus... • Go Back...Chapter #5Local Wildlife Gone Wild by: Sly F   You stand there at the edge of the lake. Confused, bewildered, and, you start to realize, not exactly flaccid down low. You place your fingertips once again on your lipstick-stained jaw, almost fondly this time.
You bend over the lake and splash some water in to your face and rub, slowly washing away the residue of that giant fish's lips, though the memory of them still lingers. If you close your eyes, it's almost like you can still feel her writhing against your groin.
But then you open your eyes again and stop stock-still. You can sense someone -- or something -- watching you intently.
Slowly, you turn around and scan the woods. You hear something. Like a long, ravenous moan. Hungry, but not in a dangerous way.
A thick bush rustles nearby. Slowly, cautiously, you tiptoe towards it.
You're almost there when she emerges. A fox covered in soft orange fur, but she's walking on her hind legs, and she's over five and a half feet tall.
The brown coloring on her feet reminds you of elegant slippers, and the same coloring on her strangely human-like hands makes you think of long, silky gloves. Her fluffy, pointy ears are the same color, and so are her heavy eyelids, as though she's wearing eyeshadow. Her eyelashes are long and dark and thick, as if she's wearing mascara.
She has long, skinny arms and legs, a tiny waist, and a thick, curvy rear, with her big, bushy tail protruding from the curve of her lower back above her voluptuous cheeks. Most surprisingly, she has a pair of thick, protruding breasts covered in soft, creme-colored fur.
Her head is also covered in wild, silky, flowing hair, a shade somewhere between the colors of her soft orange fur and her dark brown fur.
You just stare at her as she looks you up and down, licks her lips, and then pounces.
She's got you pinned to the ground and nuzzles you with her cool, black snout before shoving her little pink tongue into your mouth.
As she kisses you, her big busy tail strokes back and forth between your legs. For a moment, you're getting scared that you might actually be coming to enjoy this, but then you come to your senses and push her away from you.
You begin slowly crawling backwards away from her, though with each move she crawls forward as well, lunging forward and planting another kiss on your lips or your cheeks each time.
Finally, you manage to gain enough speed and put enough distance between the two of you to get back to your feet.
Just as the vixen leans in for another kiss, something grabs you and quickly pulls you up in to the nearest tree.
You're sitting on a thick branch when you're finally able to get a good look at your rescuer.
Her body's almost human-like, with five fingers on each hand and five toes on each foot, and with a curvy figure including prominent breasts. But she's holding up a big, fluffy tail almost as big as her whole body. And she's covered head to toe in soft brown fur, with tall, pointy ears, round, fluffy cheeks, and a little brown snout. Her red hair looks like something out of an old pin-up, with lips painted in shiny red lipstick to match. Her huge violet eyes are looking at you in a way that immediately lets you know she wasn't just rescuing you from the fox; she was stealing you for herself.
That look says I want your nuts.
You try to back away, but you're almost immediately stuck between the huge tree trunk and this sultry squirrel.
Before you can even finish saying "Oh, no! Not again!" she's pressing her lips against yours, then covering your entire face in sticky red kisses.
You manage to squirm out of her embrace, only to fall out of the tree . . .
. . . And back in to the arms of the frisky fox!
She leans in and kisses you again, but you manage to struggle free and flee further into the woods!
You look over your shoulder and see her drop down on all fours to charge after you.
Soon, you've zigged and zagged through the trees enough to lose sight of her. You're lost now, looking all around you but finding no indication of which direction the lake was in. What you do see is a large hole in the dirt.
You can't see your foxy pursuer, but you can still hear her trampling through the brush, gaining on you. With no time to think, you jump into the hole . . .
. . . And immediately realize you're not alone. You've come across a tall, cream-colored rabbit, with an athletic figure. A fluffy cotton tail wiggles above a toned butt. She turns her head and looks over her shoulder at you seductively, brushing yellow bangs and a long, droopy ear away from her blue-green eyes. Her expression seems to say Is that carrot in your pants for me?
Then, inexplicably, she pulls a tube of red lipstick from somewhere and generously coats her mouth around her two prominent front teeth with it.
Before you can react, she darts across the rabbit hole into your face, then pushes you with one hand into the dirt wall and begins to aggressively make out with you.
Somehow, you manage to push her off and scramble out of the hole, but the flirtatious fox and scandalous squirrel are waiting for you at the top, and the ravishing rabbit soon joins them.
You turn to run away, only to stumble and fall head over heels, rolling down a steep hill.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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